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We’re Packed!!!

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It’s R & R time — relatives and reminiscing — again. And it’s our favorite month for travel. October weather usually is more  amiable and amenable than the rest of the years, especially when you head where we’re going — Back East. We’re going to visit Bev’s folks in Pennsylvania for a bit and then freeload off my family in Toronto for a bit more.

We also plan to pick up some travel-story material by visiting a handful of factories in Pennsylvania, which is the factory-tour capital of the galaxy. And we might take a jaunt to Ottawa — Canada’s capital — when we’re Up North.

Not even worried about bills because house sitter will alert us when they slip over the transom.

Stay tuned

 

Written by Cecil Scaglione

October 1, 2012 at 12:05 am

Surprise Visit

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The visit was not a surprise. We’d planned it for at least half a year. What happened was a surprise.
We flew into Toronto, where brother Lou was to lend us a car to drive down to Pennsylvania – our original destination – to visit Bev’s folks for a week. The savings from the use of his car made it possible to fly into Toronto and extend our getaway a couple of weeks.
Then we’d beatle back to Toronto and visit with Lou and his wife, Jean, and maybe get to see a few more long-ago and long-time friends. There was even a Kitchener-Waterloo Record alumni dinner on the calendar.
That all was aborted.
The week before our Tuesday departure, I gor a pertussis (whooping cough) shot because the disease has been declared an epidemic in California and Michigan. I had a flu shot the week before that and there were no after-effects. My concern was (and still is) my current immune-system quandary.
The Friday after the w.p.shot, I got ailing – shivering and shaking and quaking and sweating. But nothing more than most folk get with a flu attack. Saturday wasn’t much better, nor was Sunday. I sent my Internist (G.P.) Dr. Land and endocrinologist Dr. Chang a e-mails explaining my plight, pointing out I was due for a flight on Tuesday. Neither one said stay home. Land said stay hydrated and the endo said it was not a reaction to my meds, which I knew because I’ve been on the meds for three months now.
N.B. The meds are designed to stabilize what has been diagnosed as autoimmune hepatitis, weaning me off one as they wean me onto the maintenance drug. I had been progressing nicely to the point where I can eat a regular diet, eschewing booze until the final hurdle is cleared when the stabilizing med holds fort.
Then my immune systems was overwhelmed, as my GP e-mailed today – but still will not state flatly that the pertussis shot did it.
So rather than spread my doom and gloom, we headed back home Saturday.
Gave lab blood this morning (Monday) so hope for some sort of definitive news later today. Weighed 140 pounds this a.m,, which means I’ve lost eight pounds in the last 10 days and more than 45 pounds since January. Nothing, but nothing tastes good. Some food even turns me off.

Home Is Where the Garbage Is
It’s always psychologically comforting to get home, but it’s muuuuuuuuuuuuch better to get home when you’re ailing.
Even when it’s all torn apart.
Fortunately, our bedroom had been restored so we camped there about 90 minutes after we deplaned about 7:30 p.m. Saturday.
But portions of the rest of the house look marvelous: we’re having the place re-floored. Laminated wood and carpeting. What’s done looks wonderful. Workers doing a fine job. The rest stinks. But we were supposed to be away for another two weeks.
Dave, our neighbor, is a home renovator/remodeler and he’s honchoing the project.
Workers returned today and it looks like they’ll be here a couple of or three more days. We’ve emphasized that I don’t want them to rush. We want the job down well, not fast.
So got out of the way earlier today by going to get lab work done, then went to breakfast. Oatmeal is actually one of the few things that taste good.

Canadian Medical is Spelled O-b-a-m-a-c-a-r-e

For those who know, this is a reminder; for those who don’t, this is to remember:
I was born and raised in Canada and spent my first 3 ½ decades there. So I’ve grown up with the Canadian medical system. The closest thing to it in California is Kaiser Medical, for those familiar with that.
As my body was reacting in Canada to a pertussis shot, Chang said get a blood test and fax her the results asap.
HAH!
Lou retired recently after a 35+-year career that included being head of the photography department at Sick Children’s Hospital in Toronto – one of three premier sick kid’s hospital’s in the world until the Canadian medical system began to tatter more than two decades ago. That’s when “universal health care” meant there was no room for such a highly specialized research facility in the system and doctors fled to the U.S. – Rochester, Menninger, etc. In fact, Sick Kids now rents operating rooms to doctors from Buffalo and Niagara Falls, NY and Cleveland and other U.S. neighbors.
Jean is an operating room nurse at Cedar’s Sinai Hospital in Toronto. So we aren’t muddling around in a dark closet when we talk Canadian medical.
It was 10 a.m. California time, 1 p.m. in Toronto, when Chang faxed a blood-test work order to jean’s work station at Cedar’s Sinai. I couldn’t get a blood test at that hospital. Lou called a clinic he worked with and goes to regularly. They said they could take the work order BUT it would have to be authorized and rewritten by a Canadian doctor. We would have to take the work order – you need a piece of paper in your hand before doing anything medical there – to the clinic and,  while they didn’t have a doctor on site, they would send us to one of their regular medics to handle the matter. Then we would take the Cdn-signed work order back to the clinic for the blood work, which would have a minimal fee – less than $50.  We would be brushing the clock really close to get the test done before 5 p.m. Assuming we did, we asked how long it would take to fax the results to Chang in California. The response was “About five working days.” This was Friday afternoon before their Thanksgiving weekend, meaning, that if we got the test done before 5 p.m., it would take more than a week for Dr. Chang to get the results. Even a rush is 24 – 48 hours. The turn-around time at Scripps is 40 minutes. That will certainly change as “universal coverage” creeps through the U.S. system.
So Bev called the airline and we got home in about 28 hours.
A handful of years ago, our surrogate mother in Toronto fell as she was hit by a heart attack/fainting spell/stroke/whatever while she was moving from an apartment to an assisted-living complex to be nearer her son. They rushed her to the hospital, where she was asked for her medical card. She didn’t have it but this was a facility where she’d been treated poked and prodded several times over the years and she was in their records. NO MATTER. She didn’t have that piece of paper in her hand so she had to lay in a gurney in the admitting corridor for nine – NINE – hours (NO FOOD, NO MEDICATION, NOTHING) while her family rummaged thru her stuff to find her medical card and get back to the hospital.
The process trumps the patient.
And folks, they said it can’t happen here.
Duck.

Written by Cecil Scaglione

October 11, 2010 at 7:06 pm

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Changes

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Among the changes in preparing for this trip was having to clean out several  bookcases, and store away heirlooms and antiques and stuff from shelves so contractor  won’t spill or break as much when they remove  the existing floor to replace it with hardwood and carpet. They start Tuesday, the day we leave. Ross and neighbor who remodels and renovates houses are honchoing the project. Should be thru Friday or Saturday. Neighbor Dave will do a walk-through a week from Tuesday and then give the contractor the final check.

Also this time, because I’m on this medication testing and switchover, I’ve had to marshal what seems like several gross of  prescriptions and supplements and still have room left in my carry-on.

Also learned it was a good thing to have called credit-card company and bank to let them know we’re traveling because the changing rules probably would have caused their systems to refuse our credit and debit  cards, especially out of the country — Canada.  So it’s a good idea to call before you go  and  give them the dates and travel sites.

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October 2, 2010 at 3:10 pm

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Weeeeeeeee’re Back!!!

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I’m already packed and making plans for my lunch for the 4 1/2 hour Air Canada flight to Toronto next Tuesday. We’re going to drive from there to Reading, Pennsylvania,  to spend a week with Bev’s relatives and then back to Toronto to hang around with my brother Louis and his wife Jean for a couple of weeks. On schedule is an alumni gathering of the K-W Record crew, where I worked in Kitchener — about 45 minutes west of Toronto — for about 5 years in the late ’50s, early ”60s before moving on to the Windsor Star.

On the day we leave, workers will begin to tear out our existing floor covering and install new laminated wood flooring and  carpeting some areas. Dave, our neighbor, who renovates and remodels homes, is honchoing the project.  To make life easier for the workers, and to protect some of our goodies, I’ve boxed  my books and shelf things along with antiques and heirlooms and stashed them in my garage office.

Will try to keep y’all up-to-date along the way.

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October 1, 2010 at 6:06 am

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R&R (Relatives and Reminisces)Trip

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Got luggage out of closet and preparing for  October tour of Ontario and Pennsylvania. Catching a direct flight to Toronto where we’re borrowing a car from brother Lou for the eight-hour drive to  Reading, Pa., to spend a week with Bev’s folks. Then it’s back to  Toronto to hang around with Lou and Jean. We’ll be there for her birthday  Oct. 23.  Also on tap is  a K-W Record alumni dinner in Kitchener, which is about a 45-minute drive from Louis’ home overlooking Lake Ontario from a few blocks west of the Canadian National Exhibition grounds Dufferin Gate . We’re also looking forward to visits with old friends — Fernando and Colleen Cicci, Joe and Edith Brown, Lorna (Cadieux) Kelly, to mention a few — as well as plenty of card playing and that comfortable  season known as Indian summer that arrives before the cold, grey, drizzly, windy winter sets in.

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September 26, 2010 at 7:17 am

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